One Ruined Night, One New Beginning
On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank.
Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over.
He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum.
Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding.
She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us.
"Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"